Thursday, 8 March 2018

A poem by Steve Xerri

poem : machine

after William Carlos Williams

a glimpse of the welling and unfurling
of what we cannot then have known
it would come to mean / once the days
had notched on a bit and you gamely
took up the pen in spite of misgivings /
to set down facts no-one else in the room
would assent to / swearing so help them
there was no frame to the picture
only some strips of masking tape
holding its corners / no single rose
dropping petals from a long-necked vase /
but a jamjar with some marguerites
shoved in / the scene a painter might
have called interior with painting
and flowers / this wrenching moment
complete with actualité

when you said / what you said / but this
does not make it real or about love

Steve Xerri has been a teacher, musician, illustrator and web designer but now prefers writing poetry and making pottery. Published recently in Acumen, Clear Poetry, Stride Magazine, Brittle Star and The Interpreter's House, won the Canterbury Festival Poet of the Year 2017 competition. Poems forthcoming in The Poetry Shed, Ink Sweat & Tears and Envoi.

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